"Baphomet". The self is only a threshold, a door, a becoming between two multiplicities
I'm always torn. Always contemplating the multitude of possible selves that is could be if I only leaned into them. It makes me hesitant. Motionless. Frustrated, even. We lack the language to comprehend it. We talk about duality, but that is to talk only in absolutes. Only in light and darkness; good and evil. But to only speak in black and white is to leave out the rainbow in between. The spectrum of possible opportunities that lurks just behind the discourse.